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Jew #3
I know somewhere before I die I must see you again And take your hands in mine, and let you touch my lips With joy. Sometimes in wild torrents, sometimes in drips Memory comes here naked in the broken light of pain Sometimes I say serai, serai; sometimes I blame me I lost it all on a pole of innocence, upon a bloodless tree But always still a fawn illusive in this forest stalks me The stain of love upon my heart gives me high visibility I cannot outrun, I cannot hide The fawn is a brash, young bride And up and down the hot hill side Its horn is pointed at my pride. Go dream, go away, go O coming time of coming sorrow O lonely time when forever must leave before the other One of us, hopeless in a gray and so lonely old tomorrow To go, to go is to forget forever, yet I would not rather Until somewhere before I die I am made glad to see again The fawn suddenly still, trembling in the hot tropic rain And the stag long wounded is delivered from its gray pain And the tide and the sands of the beach flow over us again.
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